“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.”
― Pablo Neruda
I go to collect Papa's ashes tomorrow. I will be blending them in with T's.
Funny, I just realized these are the last two men I've loved and one was a cat. Their memories now live in a house of absence I built and have maintained since childhood. Each room holding one set.
It is a beautiful house though.